the alarm is like a foghorn

 

The alarm is like a foghorn

I roll out of bed

throw on some clothes

and brush my teeth.

Did you eat?

I’m not hungry.

The bus rolls by

and I go to the empty bus stop;

there’s almost nobody on the yellow bus

for now.

I sit down and

put my backpack next to me

to fill up the empty seat.

(Nobody would sit there anyway.)

I turn on my iPod

and stare at the houses

and empty, perfectly manicured lawns.

first period: lecture

second period: bookwork

third period: test

fourth period: lunch (pretend to be happy.)

fifth period: bookwork

sixth period: bookwork

seventh period: lecture

The bell rings and I’m out the door

with Nathan.

The lawns are now filled

with fake happy families

and normal children.

Say goodbye to Michael

and wondwer whatever happened to our friendship.

How was your day?

Fine.

Good.

Pet the dogs and

get a snack.

Check my email

and facebook

and livejournal.

Talk to Rachel and

feel happy

until my mother speaks

to me.

Walk the dogs!

Okay.

I don’t

until dark.

I don’t like passing

other people (it’s awkward).

Eat dinner.

(Chicken again.)

Watch whatever’s on TV

Take a shower.

Read until 11.

Go to bed!

Turn off the light.

Toss and turn until about 2.

The alarm is like a foghorn.

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I love this! Explains my day :)